No, wish I had the body for it.

Jesus christ, Shaddus, I was eating.

Yes, so was I, can't you tell?

Edit: for Shaddus

People who meet the following conditions may enter your fulcrux:
is Lord Deathchord Daedalion d'Murani, the Prince of Mourning
OR (stuff x20)
is rank 1 in the Village of Stewartsville
OR
is K'nar Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder
OR
is Attendant Iwiertas, the Beauty in Sorrow
OR
is Fain, of the Red Masque

I don't understand why that's in my manse perms.

Celest Manse Permissions Core offers manse hand-holding services, message me for details.

I especially like how you ALLOW Fain to enter your manse

I can't say anything, I let the Erinyes into mine. It's alright, but they don't clean up after themselves after parties.

(Celest): Sram says, "Why are so many people off-plane? What are you all doing?"
(Celest): Pharamon says, "You already know where I was."
(Celest): Sram says, "Indeed, and you should've invited me."
(Celest): Eventru says, "We are too afraid to inquire."

Not to brag or anything but...

Kelysa Bearer of the Silver Chalice Yes Yes Yes 30

I'm totally not a goddess either!

I was trying to add the whole Order...but that's what I got.

Now, if Fain wants to use the front door, he can.

...aw

Aison Hand of the Exalted Yes Yes Yes 29

Then you should do :

MEMBER OF FAIN, that ought to do the trick.

So ... Fain's member could use the front door too?

Pshh Fain's member wouldn't even FIT in a door what are you talking about

I can see this devolving into Fain/Nocht slash fiction in short order.

Nobody in Lyreth's Order is higher than OR1.

.....


The lonesome Elder sits by the Heavens, quietly pondering on the nature of his most loved creation. His black mane dances to the wind and covers his face for a second. When Nocht removes the wisp of hair, he notices a familiar figure, holding a black Katana.

"Ah, Fain. I thought it was someone else." Said Nocht

"Where you expecting someone else, brother? Perhaps Little Viravain or maybe that wench Terentia." Said the masked God with a cynical tone. "I heard her big mouth can have some other uses, if you get what I mean."

"Stop it," replies Nocht. "I just want to be in piece. I want to figure this whole deal." The Elder looks up and thinks of the void and the darkness. Fitting for him, yet too lonely.

"It seems like a day ago when all of our brothers were having much delight with creation. Then that nightmare and finally waking up and seeing everything ruined. Your brothers and sisters are lost, your sweet creation is changed and the rest of your kin is reduced to lowly forms bound by the whims of the fates." Nocht says and finally sighs in pain.

"Oh, my, aren't you a crying lady..." Says Fain with a chuckle.

"You know, most of this nightmare is thanks to you!"

"You never understood the potential! The raw power that could've been obtained by..."

"At the cost of our brother's lives?"

"Some sacrifices were needed."

Then, there was silence. The resounding sound of not lightning, nor divine might, but the sound of a hand hitting Fain on the cheek. The mask fell and it broke. It doesn't matter, Fain will fix it. But it will take some time to heal his pride being taken away by the hand of his brother. Nocht's face was covered in tears and surprise, when he saw the face of the masked lord. A single drop of water dancing on the white and pale cheek. The eyes of the Dark Lord were full of sadness.

"I had to live with it every Eon I spent in the void. The screams, the voices, the hatred. I had to endure it. It is my sacrifice to bear the pain of my brothers and sisters." Said Fain, and that one tear-drop dries into a crystal and crumbles. The glittering dust flies into the Heavens.

The Elder God then leans over to pick his mask piece by piece and suddenly, the mask is whole again. As he is about to put his mask, he feels the embrace and the love of Nocht. The tender lips find his scarred ones and soon both are on the floor and---




WAIT WHAT?!?!

<>: You say, "My legs are cold."

<>: You say, "Heat them up!"

<>: Zacc says, "You're standing in water..."

<>: Lukretia says, "And you are old."

You say to Zacc, "Rub my legs up and down!"

<>: Zacc says, "That too."

Zacc, Cactus Weed Connoisseur says, "No thank you."

You say, "That is an order from your GA."

You say, "First my right leg."

Zacc, Cactus Weed Connoisseur says, "Make me?"

Nemerle snickers softly to himself.

You say, "Then my left."

You say, "Then my third!"

Zacc, Cactus Weed Connoisseur says, "..."

Zacc brandishes a harmonious airy crystal lyre menacingly.

You say, "Dooooo iiiiiiiitttt!"

Nemerle urges Zacc onwards.

Zacc weaves his hands in intricately complex patterns. The air around him warps
and suddenly Lukretia is standing before you in his place.

Amorous Siren, Lukretia Luminare, the Bewitcher says, "Who?"

Lukretia's features shimmer and melt away, revealing Zacc standing before you.
Lukretia arrives from the up.

Throwing back his head, Zacc screams agonizingly.

Lukretia puts her hands on her hips and says "Huh?"

You roll on the floor, laughing.

Zacc weaves his hands in intricately complex patterns. The air around him warps
and suddenly Nezha is standing before you in his place.

Nezha says, "Who again?"

You say to Lukretia, "Ok you!"

You say, "Rub my three legs!"

Nemerle glances askance.

Amorous Siren, Lukretia Luminare, the Bewitcher says, "The last one is found
between his chest."

weave illusion Zacc rubs Arin's right leg up and down, stroking tenderly his manly and muscular hariful legs.
You weave your illusion.

Nezha says, "His blood circulation is poor in his legs. You'll have to help
stimulate it through massage."

Zacc gives a horrified gasp.

You clench your fist and chortle "Ooer!"

Sir Nemerle Luminare, Destriant of the Dawn says, "I can help."

"Ewwwwwwwww!" says Lukretia in disgust.

Amorous Siren, Lukretia Luminare, the Bewitcher says, "Go Nemerle!"

Making no sudden movements, Nemerle backs away from you slowly.
weave illusion Zacc rubs Arin's left leg up and down, stroking tenderly his manly and muscular hariful legs.
You weave your illusion.

"Ewwwwwwwww!" says Nemerle in disgust.

Nezha says, "Very good solution. Remove his legs so he doesn't have to worry
about them being cold!"

Sir Nemerle Luminare, Destriant of the Dawn says, "That is soooo wrong."

Amorous Siren, Lukretia Luminare, the Bewitcher says, "Whats a Hariful legs?"

"Heh heh heh" Nemerle chuckles.
weave illusion Zacc edges towards Arin's third leg.
You weave your illusion.

Sir Nemerle Luminare, Destriant of the Dawn says, "Stand back!"

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you shout, "Oh my GOD!"

Nezha says, "My, what hairy legs!"

Nemerle cackles hellishly.

Sir Nemerle Luminare, Destriant of the Dawn says, "Thats no leg!"

Utterly entranced, Lukretia emits a long "Ooooh."

Sir Nemerle Luminare, Destriant of the Dawn says, "Its a midget."

Nezha says, "Is that a third pinky finger?"

Zacc's eyes bug out as he boggles in amazement.

Nemerle nods his head sagely.

Nemerle peers at Zacc unscrupulously.

Amorous Siren, Lukretia Luminare, the Bewitcher says, "I dont want to know what
it is. Better Cut it already!"

Zacc nods his head in agreement.

Nemerle wrings his hands in dismay.

Nemerle leaves to the up.
A golden retriever struts out to the up.

Nezha says, "It looks like some sort of abnormality. We should remove it just to make sure it doesn't grow."

You say, "He ran away."

Amorous Siren, Lukretia Luminare, the Bewitcher says, "Why?"

Nezha says, "We scared him."

Zacc gives a pained sigh.

You say, "The Bards strike again."

(Celest): Arin says, "It was all saggy and stuff."

You tell Purveyor Arin Dekoven, the Pabulum Fabricator, "SO QUOTED."

Arin tells you,

At least you didn't get what was said on the clan.